Vignette Summary: To decide where to eat, Mia and Diego flip a coin. Mia flips it wrong, and Diego can't help himself.

Tags: Humor/Crack

Word Count: 774

Date: Thursday, March 28th, 2013

Time: 7:43 pm

Location: Diego's Office, Grossberg Law Offices, Los Tokyo

"Kitten, I think my eyes are starting to glaze over. Want to pack it in?" Diego asked.

Mia sighed. "Yeah, let's call it a night. We'll find the lead one of these days. Just not today." They both started tidying their scattered files.

The pair had been researching Dahlia whenever they had both a free evening and the energy. The more they investigated and got nowhere, the less inclined they were to continue. However, neither of them could be pushed to give up on it entirely.

"What do you want to eat? Pizza, burgers, Chinese, Thai?"

Mia put away the last of her files and looked up. "I don't care. You pick."

Diego laughed. "You know, one of these days, I'm going to make you pick. What would you do then?"

Mia pretended to think for a moment. "I don't know. I guess we'd just starve." She grinnedmischievously.

"How about pizza?"

Mia shook her head. "Eh, I don't know if I'm in the mood for pizza."

He laughed again and then started digging throughhis pockets, pulling out a quarter. "Why don't we try something different? Flip a coin and whoever calls it, picks."

She smiled. "Okay, sure."

"I'll let you do the honors."

Mia took the coin and inspected it, ensuring it wasn't a trick coin and that both sides were different. "Heads or tails?"

"Tails."

Mia threw the coin in the air, but Diego grabbed it before it landed.

"Which was it?" she asked.

"What the hell was that?" he teased.

"What do you mean?"

"You just threw the coin in the air."

"Yeah, you asked me to flip it."

"And flipping a coin to you means biffing it towards the ceiling?"

"I guess so. To be honest, I hadn't really thought about it before."

"So, when you saw a movie where a guy is leaning against a wall or a car, flipping a coin, you thought he was just tossing it in the air?"

She laughed. "Can't say I've seen too many movies like that. Maybe that only happens in your movies, old man." He walked right into that one.

"Ha ha," he said sarcastically. "All I'm saying is that, when you flip a coin, you're supposed to actually flip it."

She groaned. "Of course you'd have a strong opinion about something like this. What happened to getting food?"

"Later. We're doing this now."

"Doing what?"

"We're not leaving until you flip that coin properly."

"Seriously?" She held out her hand and he deposited the coin in her palm. "Fine. If you feel so strongly about this, I'll flip it right now." She balled her right hand into a fist and then placed the coin on top, where her thumb met her index finger. Then, she raised her fist up, pushing the coin about one inch in the air before it fell to the floor.

Diego picked the coin off the floor. "You have to kind of flick up with your thumb while you move your hand up." He successfully demonstrated the technique before catching the coin and giving it back to her.

"I know. I just forgot." Mia didn't know that, but she felt embarrassed for not getting it right the first time. She updated her technique, but it still didn't quite work.

Diego picked the coin off the floor again and handed it back to her. "Oh right. I forgot to mention: you have to pay attention to coin position too. It has to kind of balance between your thumb and your index finger."

"Right, of course. Because of... physics."

He smiled. "Yes, physics."

Mia tried it a few more times before she finally got it, the coin making a satisfying shing before it flipped a few feet in the air. She caught it in both palms and looked up, beaming. As much as she said she didn't care, she would have felt silly if she couldn't get it.

"Look at that, kitten. You got it!" Diego checked his watch. "And it only took three hours."

Mia playfully tapped his arm and laughed. "You suck."

"Okay, how about you flip it for real now?"

"Still tails?" she asked. He nodded. She successfully flipped the coin again and checked it. "Tails."

"Damn it." After all of that, they were effectively back to square one. "Chinese?"

"Sure," she replied unenthusiastically.

"Actually..." Diego squinted at her, trying to figure out the correct answer. "Indian?"

Mia smiled. "That sounds great!"

He chuckled. "Ah, Indian. What I wanted this whole time. So glad I got to pick."